"Looking for someone... I think you're here to look for a girl, aren't you?"
Huang Xi leaned slightly against the half-height counter, her gaze like autumn waters, eyes brimming with teasing allure.
"Not looking for a girl, really looking for someone…" Zhou Xuan, in 'work mode,' had no spare time for idle chatter with Huang Xi. He urged, "I'm looking for Zhang Sheng, the one selling cloth shoes on South Street... You've got to hurry. My physical body at the other end is still dazed."
The "Zhou Xuan" in the tea room was sitting with eyes closed, appearing to be in a trance-like state, as if divining something. If he didn't return soon, Xu Qing would probably think he had fallen asleep.
"So, just looking for someone? Not a girl?"
"Of course. Am I the kind of person who… looks for girls? Ha! Let's talk about that next time."
"..." Huang Xi.
Hearing Zhou Xuan was looking for someone, Huang Xi called for the tea house's "Big Tea Pot."
